1) taskim square. meeting up with all the YPC boys, setting off flares and learning the luis Garcia song. 2) taxi ride to the ground. yeah it took ages but we had a load of Efes and the turkish on the road were boss. i got dead emotional with the taxi driver, much to the amusement of everyone else. 3) finally getting somthing to eat about 4 in the morning, them kebabs tasted good. me saying i was probably ready for bed just as my sister ordered yet more beers. probably all better than the match anyway!!